Rosie smelled distinctly
like a mix of light vanilla & Chanel
Her husband knew that scent so well
When she was anywhere near
he could always tell,
From the day they met & every day since
more in Love w/her he fell
He knew her as well as he knew himself
He knew he never wanted anyone else
By:J.N.R Dutton
A young couple staying in safe
from harsh winter snow
dances together and time seems to slow
They enjoy the warmth of firelight as it glows
& they hold each other close
By:J.N.R Dutton
Caitlín and Conner, this is their tale
from the verdant Emerald Isle they hailed
She was a seamstress, he was a sailor
& one day his ship set sail
He told her:
“My dear, wait for me here,
I’ll make haste, I will not fail
I’ll make this trip & make it back
In time to lift your veil”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Taking a walk at dawn,
with a walking cane, & his fedora on
Dressed in black from head to toe
Except attached to his pocket, a single red rose
He’s taking it down the street
To the woman who makes his heart skip a beat
By:J.N.R Dutton
He was captivated both by the fiery hue of her hair,
and the fiery look she had when she’d stop & stare
Like he was the only man in all the world,
or at least the only one for which she cared
He loved looking in her eyes
& seeing such passion there
He called her La Bella, Beautiful, radiant,fair
By:J.N.R Dutton
Down in Lake Charles, Louisiana
Lives Eddy & his sweet Susanna
He originally came from Alabama
& she was raised in Texarkana
They met on a Greyhound bus in 2003
He was originally headed for Georgia,
her to Tennessee
They sat down together, talked for what seemed like forever
They found they were birds of a feather, & the rest is history
By: J.N.R Dutton
Juanita said she wanted Gabriel to take her to a picture show
Gabriel said he had another idea, he put music on the stereo
then waltzed her around their parlor nice & slow,
& before long she’d forgotten all about the picture show
The smile on her face was so bright it nearly glowed
Gabriel wasn’t always great w/romance,
but he knew Juanita could never turn down a dance
She’d do it every day if she got the chance
By: J.N.R Dutton
Theirs are two hearts on fire,
he’s holding her hand
They’re racing
headlong together
for their promised land
By:J.N.R Dutton
With her, he’s found Love & joy
& though no one would call him a choir boy,
She’s inspired him to change for the better,
Every day, he’s glad he met her
His passion for her sets his soul on fire
Bright and raging as a Viking funeral pyre
Their epic Love lifts them both higher
By: J.N.R Dutton
He calls her his Wild Irish Rose
He loves how the paleness
of her skin nearly glows
but more than that,
everybody who knows them
has heard, how he loves
the fiery red of her hair
By: J.N.R Dutton
